America’s Road To Wealth

  Chapter 266 American India

  The night is like a **** net, quietly falling down, covering the whole earth.

   "Wow! Whoa!"

  The water in the swimming pool washed against the wall of the swimming pool, splashing a few feet high white and crystal clear water.

  In the pool, Yi Renqian chanted, twitching from time to time.

   Then the whole pool of clear and bright water fluctuated.

  The bright lights of the mansion were reflected in the clear swimming pool, causing ripples like fish scales to flash one after another.

  Finally, Kate let out a hoarse scream, finally ending the restlessness.

  Abel carried her to the shore, placed her on a chaise longue covered with a soft wool blanket, and covered her with another blanket.

  He came to the outdoor sofa next to him and lay lazily on the sofa with his arms open. Behind him was the bustling night scene of Beverly Hills and Los Angeles.

   "Boss, coffee."

   "Ahem—"

  Abel looked at Liv Tyler who was walking over with a coffee cup, and coughed lightly, a little confused.

  When there are only three people within fifty meters.

  At this time, Liv Tyler only wore a white lace apron, plus the tall and long legs of the black Balenciaga family, and a pair of black 7-point heels.

  She was winking and walked up to Abel with her waist twisted gracefully.

   "Tsk tsk, are you guys planning to unite?"

  Abel took the coffee, looked up and down at the elf princess actor standing in front of him, smacked his mouth a few times, shook his head and laughed.

   "Then, boss, do you like it or not?"

   Liv Tyler blinked her big bright and beautiful eyes, and glanced at Cate Blanchett lying beside her like a dead fish.

  Cut, it looks very battle-resistant, but its actual combat power is only a scumbag of five.

   Liv thought.

   "Like it." Abel really likes Liv a little bit.

   in his "staff".

  This tall-legged girl with a little green tea scheming is the first good employee who actively recruits "colleagues" for him and is good at cultivating relationships with "colleagues".

   If it is an accident with Scarlett Johansson. It was under Abel's overlord that Liv Tyler was forced to cooperate.

  Beside her, Cate Blanchett, whose eyes were slightly open, was limp and panting.

  It is the best proof that Liv Tyler has a strong subjective motivation and is a good employee who is willing to share the boss's worries and contribute to the boss.

   Such a good employee, if the boss still doesn't like it.

   That is really heartless.

   "Put the coffee down." Abe decided to reward her.

   "Turn around and turn your back on me."

  He gave such an order when she obediently came to him

   Liv Tyler is well-behaved.

  Abel lifted her apron directly, and it was as clean as he thought.

  It's been a long night, so it's time to continue enjoying it.

the next day.

   June 16.

  Los Angeles, in a McDonald's near the suburbs.

  Abel looked at Warren Buffett in front of him.

  The old man is eating a hamburger in one hand and a Coke in the other.

"Thirty years ago. When I was very hungry, I ate a McDonald's hamburger, French fries and Coke. At that time, I thought they were very delicious. At that time, I swore that I must be a McDonald's boss!"

   "At that time, I only had $50,000 on me."

   "Thirty years have passed. Now I am the largest shareholder of McDonald's, and I can be said to be the big boss of McDonald's."

   "Life is so interesting"

  “.”

   Buffett's lines always sound familiar to Abel.

   It seems that I have said similar things to many people at Charlie Brown's Pizza in New York.

  Abel picked his ears indecently. At this moment, he realized the reaction of those people in the pizzeria when he heard these words.

   I'm really upset.

  In the future, I will redouble my words. Next time Buffett goes to New York, I will definitely invite him to eat pizza.

  Thinking like this, Abel interrupted Buffett's words that he wanted to continue to reminisce about bitterness and sweetness.

   "Warren, your relationship with McDonald's. At least 100 million people know, so don't talk about it."

  Abel picked up a hamburger, took a bite, and continued: "Let's talk about the American Express Company."

   "Gululu~"

  Buffett is a bit of an old urchin, using a straw to blow Coke loudly.

   "What's the point of talking about this. I will directly transfer all my shares to you. This is what I owe you. If I help you in the following matters, it will really violate the "concerted action" rule."

   Speaking of which, Buffett thought for a while and added:

   "I think the limelight is over now. It's better to transfer the shares to you. Someone has already revealed to me that they want to join forces."

"who is it?"

   "Pioneer, State Street, Wellington, Fisher, in short, there are many. Those who are in the front, except you and me, want to join forces to defend American Express."

  Abel was not surprised by Buffett's words.

  The names mentioned by the old guy are all well-known large capital fund groups in the United States.

   This is mainly because American Express is a company with a very high proportion of institutional ownership.

  Those companies with relatively few shareholdings are better said companies with more shareholdings.

   Except for Buffett, no one would trade American Express stock so easily.

   This is the only company in the Dow Jones Industrial Index that only relies on the service industry to be on the list.

   "You should be 12% now. My two companies add up to almost 20%. A total of about 32%."

  Abel thought for a while, and continued: "Let's show the cards. Since they want to unite, let them unite. I'm going to initiate a shareholders' meeting to gain control of American Express."

   "It's up to you." Buffett seemed indifferent. Now that he has handed over the shares of American Express, the stock **** has decided not to take care of American Express.

  The matter of American Express can be regarded as exposing.

   Then Buffett looked serious, and said softly to Abel: "The irrelevant things have been said."

  When the old man said this, Abel was biting the hamburger in his hand.

  Hearing what Buffett said, he almost didn't bite down.

  What is an insignificant thing?

  This is American Express, which is a very important part of Abel’s plan to complement the Pacific Bank of Commerce.

  The old man actually said it was irrelevant, and Abel wanted to spray him.

  Buffett has already said: "I received the news that Soros moved."

  Abel held back the swear words he was about to utter.

   "Soros?"

   "It's Soros." Buffett nodded, "I'm sure he has already left for Europe."

  Hearing what Warren Buffett said, Abel had a relieved expression on his face.

   "USD/NOK right?" Abel said with a smile.

  Buffett was a little taken aback when he saw him so relaxed.

   "You already know? If you know that you already know. I don't need to inform you." Buffett said.

  Abel shook his head, "I don't know. But I know that such a good opportunity is in front of us. It is impossible for Soros and the Oilers to hold back."

   “Hundreds of billions of dollars in position contracts are attractive enough.”

   "What's more, Norway itself is an important aluminum and magnesium producer and exporter in Europe, the world's third largest natural gas exporter, and the eighth largest oil exporter."

"I have the opportunity to take a big bite on such a piece of fat. How could the oilman and Soros refuse? Let alone Soros, if I had so many helpers, I might not be able to bear it. "

   Hearing Abel's clear analysis, he knew that he really knew the inside story.

  As one of the shareholders of Smith Capital, Buffett breathed a sigh of relief.

  The old man rarely showed a disgusted expression, "These guys, if they do this, they will definitely be retaliated in the future."

  Abel knew what the old man was talking about, and he knew who Buffett said they were.

   Buffett is talking about oil.

  Many people think that Buffett is also an oil.

  Old Ba is not an oil man.

  Buffett's paternal grandparents are French, and Buffett's maternal grandparents are German.

  The old man’s ancestors were farmers 400 years ago, and his family’s historical genealogy records show that he has been a farmer for more than 200 years.

  From Buffett's ancestors to Buffett's father, Buffett himself, to Buffett's son, he has always maintained the true qualities of farmers—

   Howard G. Buffett, the eldest son of the Berkshire heir, is currently a corn and soybean farmer, the kind who works full-time on the farm.

  It's about the same as Papa Abel's previous work.

   In fact, it wasn't until 1867, when Buffett's great-grandfather switched to a grocery store, that the Buffett family turned to become a businessman.

  How could the oilmen in France be farmers for two hundred years?

  Even according to the Oiler's drop of blood theory, Buffett's is by no means an Oiler.

  His eight generations did not have a drop of oilman blood, and naturally he did not believe in oil religion.

  But many media and public opinion are saying that Buffett is oil.

  The head of News Corp. Murdoch is also in a similar situation.

   Murdoch only has at most 1/8 of the oilman blood, and Murdoch is more of Ansa blood.

  Because of the oilman's theory of a drop of blood, the oilmen collectively said that Murdoch is also an oilman.

  Gradually, because of some invisible benefits, even Murdoch himself occasionally admits that he is oily.

   But if you look closely, you will find that Murdoch and News Corporation are basically on the side of Anza.

  The oil man's theory of a drop of blood is very domineering.

  It's a bit like the black blood theory.

  It means that as long as one of the ancestors has oilman blood, no matter the matrilineal or paternal lineage.

  Even if the bloodline content is very small, the offspring will be counted as oil people under certain circumstances.

  What is a specific situation?

  Generally there is a need, or if the person is a celebrity, then he can be an oil man.

  A drop of black blood is reflected in appearance and true blood.

  A drop of oil man's blood is mainly reflected in public opinion propaganda.

  Words of careful research. Many well-known oilmen in various industries can be found, and their oilman blood is sometimes very low, and some even do not consider themselves to be oilmen.

  Like the old horse in Germany.

  But the oil man who has mastered the public opinion and the media said that he is the oil man and endorsed the oil ***.

  This is why so many smart and famous people in the world are oil people.

  Actually, it can be seen from the perspective that it is among the celebrities of the oil family. At least one-third of them do not consider themselves oilmen, and one-third do so because they think they are oilmen.

  Seeing the disgusted look on the old man's face, Abel said leisurely:

   "Warren, sometimes I feel that our country is the big Three Kingdoms."

   "What do you mean?" Buffett wondered.

   "Have you ever heard of Ah San's caste system?"

"have."

   "In my opinion, our country also has this caste system." Abel said leisurely:

   "The oilmen are Brahmins, holding ideology and money bags in their hands. We are Kshatriyas, high-level instrumentalists who implement military and political affairs. Do you understand what I mean? Warren."

   Buffett was silent.

   After being silent for more than ten seconds, Warren Buffett said:

   "Your metaphor is very vivid. But dear Abel, please remember, don't say this kind of thing outside. If you say it outside, you will welcome a large number of enemies."

   "I understand." Abel laughed.

   Like Buffett said.

  Once you guys find out that Abel has a certain tendency.

  After confirmation, Abel will definitely encounter a huge amount of resistance.

   Even.Dangerous.

  Even with his bloodline of Mayflower and his status as the son-in-law of the bush.

  But if he dares to tell Buffett, he is not afraid that Buffett will leak the secret.

  Even if Buffett said it, the oil people would not believe it.

   Unless Abel really made actions and statements clearly aimed at the Oilers, he would have so many more enemies.

   Otherwise, with where he is today.

   The first thought of the oilman was to win over him, not tear him apart.

   This is actually a tacit understanding between oil and ounces.

  One of the two parties regards the other as a white glove, and the other regards the other as a black glove.

   One let the other party be an accountant, and the other let the other party be a thug.

  We have cooperated tacitly for many years.

  As long as this model can continue to work, it can still plunder the world.

   Then everyone will not easily break the tacit understanding.

  Buffett quickly passed the topic, and the stock **** talked about Soros again.

   "Soros is going to attack Norway." He said succinctly:

   "You gave him a very good opportunity. Norway is in trouble this time."

  Abel was silent.

  The USD/NOK foreign exchange futures accumulation event has begun to affect Norway as time goes on.

  The oilman financial capital executioner headed by Soros has begun to target Norway.

  The purpose is also very simple, probably to repeat the story of the Asian financial crisis a few years ago.

  The difference is that this time they are targeting Norway, a European country.

  Norway has far stronger economic power than those Asian countries back then.

   In other words, this country is more delicious.

  If you can successfully cut the flesh and stage the story of the Asian financial crisis that year.

  The executioners can eat more meat than what they harvested in Asia back then.

  Norway has not yet joined the EU. Although it is a European country, it is not protected by the EU.

  Once Norway collapses, it will also affect the Nordic countries.

  The five Nordic countries have not joined the EU, and they are also economically developed, delicious, but not strong.

  If you can succeed.

   This is simply the best prey.

  If Soros is allowed to succeed, what happened in Southeast Asia and the country that year.

   It is estimated that it will repeat itself in Norway and several other Nordic countries.

  The trigger of all this lies in the little bet Abel had with the Neon Man.

  A roc named "Smith Capital" in North America set off a gust of wind, which has turned into a storm in Northern Europe.

  Abel knew that this was a parallel time and space, something that did not happen.

   This matter was indeed out of his grasp at the beginning.

   But over time, under the influence of his talent.

  He already knew it.

   What Abel has kept Smith Capital waiting for all this time is to wait for Soros to end the game.

   "Thank you for admonishing me." Abel smiled and said to Buffett:

   "I understand what I should do. Don't worry, Smith Capital will not lose money, Mr. Shareholder."

   Hearing what he said with certainty, Buffett nodded slowly.

   "That's how it is." The old man began to wipe his mouth, "I have to go to Northern California in the afternoon. Since you are so sober, I don't care about it."

   "Goodbye~"

   The two walked out of this McDonald's together, and it can be seen that the outside of this McDonald's has already been quarantined.

  When the two were in McDonald's, customers could not approach this McDonald's at all.

   Eating a meal at McDonald's and clearing the restaurant once, this is Buffett.

   After sending Buffett away, Abel immediately called back to New York.

  He explained some things to David Mellon, and made sure that he would return to New York in a few days.

  Fixed the call. In the afternoon, Abel had already arrived in the Bay Area of ​​the United States.

  In the United States, the Bay Area in the American population generally refers to the San Francisco Bay Area.

   This is a metropolitan area in northern California on the west coast of the United States.

  The specific address is located around the San Francisco Bay at the outlet of the lower reaches of the Sacramento River. There are 9 counties and 101 towns in total.

  The main cities include San Francisco on the San Francisco peninsula, Oakland in the east and San Jose in the south.

  Silicon Valley, a world-renowned high-tech research and development base, is located in the south of the San Francisco Bay Area.

  Before the Abra Bay Area, I usually went to Silicon Valley.

   Either to see Tesla, or to see Google, or to care about several Internet startups he invested in Silicon Valley.

  For example, an Internet company called PayPal, the company's main business is to develop and improve online quick transfer services.

  Abel invested USD 20 million and currently holds 10% of the shares.

  By the way, the name of the CEO of this company is Elon Musk.

  This time Abel came to the Bay Area, but did not go to Silicon Valley first.

  Abel went to Atherton in the South Bay of San Francisco, the specific address is 349 Walsh Road, Atherton.

   Needless to say, this is another luxury house bought by a new starting point real estate company.

  5 bedrooms, 7 bathrooms, with a suite area of ​​about 11,359 square feet.

  The villa is luxuriously decorated and designed in a modern style. The interior has high ceilings and large glass windows, making the living space bathed in warm sunlight.

   The outdoor courtyard has a clear open-air swimming pool, perfect for those who love swimming.

  The people who live here are best friends, Ikana and Paris, who came to the west coast for more than half a month to solve the murder case at the YKM shop.

   Abel came.

   No. 349 Walsh Road was immediately bombarded with gunfire and killing noises, which did not subside until midnight.

   Only a messy battlefield was left, and Ikana was bombarded to death.

   the next day.

  Abel woke up from his sleep, raised his hand and tapped a button beside Simmons.

  Using modern technology, the curtains are automatically opened, and the bright sunlight fills the entire bedroom through the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Ok?"

  Ikana, who was sleeping soundly, was dragged by the sun and covered her head with a blanket, revealing a pair of slender, well-proportioned and smooth white jade cannon mounts.

  Abel smiled and got off the ground, and said to Ikana:

   "Didn't you say yesterday evening that you and I would get up early today and go for a run?"

   "Leave me alone—you're such an asshole, **** it, close the curtains."

  The limp Ikana closed her eyes and covered her head angrily.

   "It's not your fault! I, I want to sleep, I want to rest."

   Ikana, who had no strength to get up, scolded in a somewhat exasperated way.

  Abel shook his head a little funny, picked up the nightgown on the carpet and put it on.

  Pressed the button again, and the curtains that had already been opened were automatically and slowly closed. The corners of her mouth and eyebrows were raised, and she went downstairs along the stairs without disturbing her lazy sleep.

   "Good morning, Abel."

  Seeing Abel walking down refreshed.

  Paris Hilton, who was sitting on the sofa, fiddled with a lot of documents, and opened a laptop, greeted.

"Good morning."

  Abel responded with a smile

   266 has been reviewed, see if it can be released tomorrow

  (end of this chapter)